As he spoke, his voice was filled with authority and killing intent, having witnessed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, many of his kin dying miserably before his eyes, and many familiar elders perishing. He had long wanted to fight at Dragon Mountain Pass, but as he was a prodigy of the clan, the clan had high expectations for him and did not let him take risks on the front line.
After all, the casualty rate at the front line was terrifyingly high. The Ancient Demon Clan knew of his identity and would undoubtedly give him "special attention" on the battlefield.
"The Dragon Gate City where you are, little junior brother, is the rear city of Jianlong Pass. The battles here are not as frequent, relatively safer, but only relatively. With the current situation, it's estimated that you'll have to fight once every ten years!"
Long Qingge said.
